I’m not sure what brand of peanut butter I’ve currently got on hand; I think there might be more than one. I want plain peanut butter, nothing added, and not the “creamy” version; and will usually get a local brand if one’s available. I’ll sometimes buy the fresh-ground at a local store.
I haven’t flown in quite a while; when I last did, I brought books. If I have to fly in future, I’d probably bring a couple of books and the iPad.
On long flights i generally watch a couple of their movies. But on short flights, and between the movies, i read my own book (which may be electronic) and play on my phone.
Re skydiving: i don’t think I’d like it. I think I’d find it impossibly hard to step off the plane. But… If the right situation came up i might try it.
My little brother spent his time in the army jumping out of planes. When he left the military I assumed he’d take me skydiving. He told me he’d never have jumped out of planes if he hadn’t been ordered to, and he had no interest in ever doing it again.
While it’s possible that once I was out of the plane and the parachute had opened I might enjoy the experience, the thought of the previous few minutes is more than enough to stop me from ever skydiving voluntarily. I don’t mind heights but I have a serious thing about bad footing/falling.
Plus which, I have this heart condition. Extreme stress is not recommended.
My stepbrother (who I never met) died in a skydiving accident. I was probably on the fence before I learned about that. It might be cool, but not worth the risk IMO. (which is strange for me, as I generally don’t mind being a risk taker)
My brother’s time in the military was during a stretch of peacetime. Even still, they trained as if war might break out tomorrow. He had one friend who died in training, another who was imprisoned in Turkey. The jumps they did were extreme; low level jumps, night time jumps, etc.
No left ACL, so the only way I’m jumping out of an airplane is…never. The landing would cripple me for life. Or longer.
Peacetime military service is still dangerous. A good friend lost his brother to a helicopter accident during military training. Routine training in the US on a military base.
I’ve never done it and I never will not in a million billion trillion years, not even if you offered to buy me lunch
Welp, since you undoubtedly had just lost the original, I’d recommend taking them up on their offer.
Now that I am more or less retired, I may very well spring for it, perhaps a tandem jump first. I also am hankering for a glider flight, and may indeed buy one myself.
Guess I should have made that graduation poll multiple choice. Whoops.
My elementary school had a little graduation ceremony for us when I finished 5th grade. I didn’t quite get it even then, but I suppose it was primarily for the parents anyways.
Yes. I had a “graduation” from both elementary and middle school, but I could only pick one so I picked middle school.
My “home” school in the cluster was a “middle school,” with grade 6, 7, and 8, and I went there for 6th grade, but then I went to a magnet school down county that was an “intermediate school” with only grades 7 and 8.
I went to an indoor skydiving place a few years ago, which is basically floating around inside of a vertical wind tunnel. I have a pretty serious fear of heights, so that’s the closest I’ll ever get to actually skydiving.
I attended Catholic schools. back in the '70s and '80s. The “elementary” school which I attended had kindergarten through 8th grade, all in one building, which was typical for Catholic schools in Green Bay; the Catholic high schools then covered grades 9-12. We did have a graduation ceremony at the end of 8th grade.
ETA: [the graduation poll] is a yes/no question, but there’s no “none of the above” option.
Yes, I had a kindergarten “graduation,” and ones for junior high and senior high. There was one for university but I didn’t go.
Me, too, But I only attended the elementary school. The public school that I switched to had a junior high that went from 7th to 9th grade, so I came into a school where most of the kids already had two years to find friends and sort out relationships (there were a bunch of public elemenatary schools that fed into the junior/senior high school, so a lot of the kids in 7th grade didn’t know each other). I hung around the few kids from my elementary school that also didn’t go on to Catholic high school, but they hadn’t really been my “friend” friends. By 10th year, I’d found my peeps.
I don’t remember any graduation ceremonies from kindergarten or sixth grade.
I don’t know whether the local schools had one from junior high, because by then I was going to boarding schools; and the school that I started at had seventh grade through twelfth all in together. I switched schools in 11th grade to one that, IIRC, started at 9th grade. In any case the only graduation ceremonies I had were from high school and from college.
I don’t think, in the 50’s and 60’s, that they generally held graduation ceremonies before high school/12th grade. But maybe some places did.
That was, IIRC, how the public schools in our area were structured at that time, too. A few kids from our grade school then went into the public system after 8th grade, attending the junior high for just one year, before moving schools again for high school.
Having gone through switching schools twice within a year when I was in grade school, in part due to moving, I remember how disruptive it was, and how hard it was to enter into a social environment where everyone else had known each other for years.
Our junior and senior high schools were literally adjacent, so it wasn’t a big transition for us. You just started attending classes in the rooms on the other side of the admin cluster of buildings.
I’m a very good grandparent, I don’t know if I’d go so far as to call myself great.
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I skydived once, in 2009, and decided that was enough, never again.
Five years later, though, my brother decided he wanted to do it and wanted me to accompany since I have “experience.” So I did it again.
And - same conclusion - “never again.”